I Live With An Alien

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wasn't too sure where to put this piece. It is not really a short story, but not really an article either.

Submitted: January 16, 2012

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I live with an alien.  Or I guess I should say, he lives with me.  He looks a lot like a regular person, except for his eyes.  His eyes seem to see better inward than they do outward. 

My alien speaks his own language.  Sometimes it seems like he is speaking English, but he has learned it mostly from watching Disney movies over and over again.  He can recite the entire voice track from all of them now, with different inflection for each character.  It's a gift to have such a comprehensive memory; not all of his kind have it. He can also spell any word he has ever seen or heard.  Most people are baffled by this skill.  I find it fascinating.

Communication where he comes from also consists of hand flapping gestures.  When he is stressed by the world around him, he will flap his hands and spin in circles, and he never gets dizzy.  In order to stay undetected, he has learned to confine his flapping and spinning to the safety of our home.  He does, after all, wish to be as average as possible.  He does, however, have trouble remembering not to talk to himself in public.  It sometimes confuses people, but they rarely do much except stare.

Sometimes  my alien goes into sleep mode, like a computer.  His face goes blank and he is not easily roused.  Sleep mode doesn't last long anymore, because he has learned to cope with the social norms of our planet.  Actual sleep is elusive.  Just a couple hours a night is all that is needed.

I have had my alien friend for fourteen years now.  Time has really flown by.  Though he is rather tall and gangly, and weighs in at over a hundred pounds, his favourite resting place is in my arms, on my lap.  I have never tried to discourage this, because most aliens don't seek out the affection of their people.  Cuddling and giggling with this creature is the most wonderful feeling in the universe.

The alien I live with is Jacob, my son.  He has autism.

 

 


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